Xia Feng subconsciously pressed his hand on Freya's slender waist, his dark pupils slightly lifting, "Let's start."
Freya, hearing this, was momentarily stunned, flustered for a second, "Start, start what?!"
"Rehearsal." Xia Feng seriously suggested from an actor's professional perspective, "Before we actually start the play, we should rehearse a few times to ensure everything is perfect."
"Oh, oh... you mean that." Freya, dissatisfied, patted Xia Feng's black hair and stared down scolding, "You punk, make yourself clear next time. You made me misunderstand!"
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"To be honest, Freya, you've already resigned from Weiyang Academy, so strictly speaking, I don't need to call you 'teacher' anymore."
"Ever heard of 'once a teacher, always a mother'?" Freya frowned and frowned again, "You punk, are you trying to betray your teacher?"
"Your school doesn't only have me as a student, right?"
"Okay, okay." Seeing her so insistent, Xia Feng gave up arguing, "Back to the topic, Ms. Fu, you can start rehearsing on me now."
"Re...hearse, how to rehearse?"
"What, you're the teacher, do I need to teach you?"
".....!" Freya pursed her lips; she... she really didn't know how to act, after all, she was a single aunt for so many years.
She had never experienced it in real life, how would she know the specific movements and reactions.
But... although she hadn't eaten pork before, she had seen pigs run.
She recalled a certain unspeakable video scene she had accidentally seen once.
Soon enlightened, her wine-red beautiful eyes slightly lifted, and Freya raised her hand and forcefully pointed her index finger at Xia Feng's forehead, sternly saying, "You punk, move back a bit."
Xia Feng did as told, shifting back, leaning against the couch.
Then he felt Freya naturally leaning down on top of him, a few lazy red strands falling onto his cheeks, and Ms. Fu's round thighs pressing on his legs.
At that instant of pressure, Freya stiffened slightly because she clearly felt... at that moment, Xia Feng had a very obvious reaction.
This punk, indeed up to no good!
Freya sneered internally, pressing down on his shoulders with both hands while her serpentine waist tried a graceful, light twist back and forth, her cold beautiful face serious, her flushed beautiful eyes quietly gazing down at Xia Feng, softly asking, "You punk, is this how it's done?"
Xia Feng inexplicably felt his body temperature rise, watching Freya's beautiful face loom over him authoritatively like a serious teacher instructing a student.
After a moment's thought, Xia Feng, with his limited understanding, seriously suggested, "Ms. Fu, try increasing the amplitude of the movements, maybe the effect will be better."
"...Really?" Freya's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her body continuing to lean down, completely laying on Xia Feng.
It was like a towering mountain collapsing into a plain,
Xia Feng inexplicably felt somewhat breathless, Ms. Fu's wine-red beautiful eyes slightly squinting, the curves hidden under her fishtail gown rippling like waves on the sea.
"?" Ms. Fu seriously stared at him, asking again.
"Um...." Xia Feng focused on the enticing red lips close to him, "Ma'am, don't you know, during such moments, you need to make some noise. How would your husband believe otherwise?"
Freya frowned and smacked the back of his head, displeased, "I and Lord Yeli Dong are not yet husband and wife."
"Not yet, have you registered your marriage though?"
"'It's just a piece of paper, what can it prove?'" Ms. Fu said quietly, leaning close and pressing her red lips near his ear, pursing them, she murmured softly, "Hmm~~~ is this how you call it?"
Xia Feng's neck tingled, his pupils dilated slightly.
His large hand slid up along Ms. Fu's bent leg, moving under the slit of her red dress to the firm, fair thigh.
Freya's heart tightened; she quickly pressed her hand against the cheeky boy's unruly hand.
But after only a second, she mysteriously felt her strength leave her, and she let go.
Letting the cheeky boy's hand slip further behind the slit of the red dress.
Her waist stiffened instantly, the red lips close to Xia Feng's earlobe tightened forcefully, her breath quickened; she hesitated and whispered softly, "Little Feng, we're just... acting, do we need to go this far?"
Xia Feng's movements stiffened for a moment, but only for a moment, then he became even more presumptuous, grabbing Ms. Fu firmly and explained softly, "This makes it more realistic."
Freya pressed her lips tightly together, her beautiful face subtly flushed with an enticing red.
She couldn't help but remember the promise she had made to Mu, to keep Xia Feng in check, not allowing him to cause trouble...
"Cheeky boy, do you like Mu Qingtong?"
Freya's question made Xia Feng stiffen in fright, his hand pausing midair, that sudden question almost made him think Miss Mu had arrived.
Seeing the student's scared and flustered appearance, Freya's brows furrowed tighter, her emotions inexplicably stirred.
It seems, he truly likes Mu?
Freya distinctly felt, though not obviously so, that with her question, Xia Feng's movements and body did indeed become somewhat rigid.
"Not hiding it from the teacher, in fact, it's just Mu Qingtong unilaterally infatuated with me, even using the engagement as a threat, attempting to imprison me!" Xia Feng said with a dismissive sneer, "I do not control-freak, evil woman at all."
"Hmm?" Freya hadn't expected that response, so it was just Mu unrequitedly in love?
Although she didn't show it, in fact, she also didn't quite like Mu.
Back at Weiyang Academy it was okay, but since their reunion last night, Freya always felt Mu Qingtong looked at her with a bland disdain, as if viewing an insignificant insect.
That feeling was fleeting, seemingly just an illusion.
But she indeed... didn't like the student Mu Qingtong very much.
"So Mu is that excessive," Freya delicately wrapped her arms around Xia Feng's neck, her waist slightly twisting, her cold but glamorous face lowered before Xia Feng's eyes, "Do you need the teacher to take action and teach her a lesson?"
"Ah?" Xia Feng was stunned, giving an awkward smile, "No… no need, Miss Mu isn't that bad."
She wants to imprison you, and that's not too much? Freya's gaze grew enigmatic, wondering if this cheeky boy had some peculiar fetish.
Had Mu Qingtong already kept him locked in a secret room and manipulated him?
Images sailed through Freya's mind of Xia Feng being ruthlessly trampled underfoot by Mu Qingtong, laughing foolishly with his tongue out.
Mu Qingtong seemed like the type to do such a nefarious thing.
"Xia Feng, have you developed a liking for that kind of sensation?" Freya narrowed her eyes condescendingly, asking softly.
"Ah?" Xia Feng was a bit dazed; sensation, what sensation? Ms. Fu, what are you imagining now?
But before he could ask anything further, the intensity of Ms. Fu's actions suddenly increased a bit, her teeth delicately nibbling at his earlobe.